Lingering Warmth

"You're pressing on me," Huo Zhen kindly reminded her as a sly smile spread across his face.

Mo Yan was shocked and about to stand up in a panic. Unfortunately, Huo Zhen was one step ahead and used his uninjured hand to grab Mo Yan's wrist. Seeing that Mo Yan was still struggling, he added in a serious tone, "You'd better listen to me, or else you'll pull on my wound and I don't know when it will heal."

At this, Mo Yan ceased to struggle.

Her face turned even redder, and she didn't know how to face Huo Zhen. She lowered her head and couldn't believe that her voice was so soft. "Huo Zhen, what on earth do you want to do? You're still injured; you can't, right?"

"You said I can't?"

Huo Zhen raised his eyebrows slightly. Had she just been provoking him?